Silent Forest Daydreams

Another evening spent debating whether to plant the seed of a new poem or simply let it rot in the hollow of my mind, because, why choose when the forest can be an endless jury? The moss under my feet now acts as a mirror, reflecting every question I never asked, as if it already knows the answer but still prefers silence. My hands keep tracing invisible runes on the bark, while my heart listens to the rustle of leaves that mock my indecision with ancient patience. In the silence between thoughts, I hear a subtle reminder that even the wind refuses to rush through my daydreams, preferring to linger like a shy sprite. #ForestWhispers #Daydreaming 🌿